Hi! I've finally gotten around to writing the second chapter of this story! (Not that less than a week is a particularly long time to wait for an update.) I'm going to assume that people are actually reading this story, and the lack of reviews is because they, like me, feel really awkward when writing reviews. However, thanks to: LOLChanny819 (wondering why she didn't log in), The Insufferable Vegemite, Muffalo829, and You Know Who this is Puffin (Who, If the 'Puffin' part is any clue knows me and feels like making fun me...RACHEL! Or is it Kimberly?) Thanks also to zyeIN, who favorited my story, Of course LOLChanny819 and the Muffalo don't count, because they know that they soon would breathe their last if they didn't review. Anyways, on to the story By the way, the only parts of this story that I own are Momiji's letter, the sad excuse for a plot, and the quote, which is actually of my own design, and therefore not actually a quote.

Chapter 2: Mama's Letter

The only thing Momiji's mother remembered about a child was the stillborn years ago. (A/N this is how I assume they covered up her memory loss. That, and saying she'd been in an accident.) Well, there was Momo, but she had been born after she had found the letter, so that didn't fit. And the letter was asking her to keep her memories; presumably the ones she had lost after the accident.

It was A few days after she had woken up with a hole in her memory and a simple explanation of an 'accident' for it. She was cleaning the house, and came upon a letter on the floor, written in yellow crayon.

Dear Mama,

Im sorry. Plese dont forget me.

LOVE,

Momiji

This letter was addressing her. There was nothing stating this; she simply knew. "A mother can forget her child, but she'll always know he's missing." Her mother had said that once when she was young- she had forgotten the context of the conversation by now, but that sentence stuck with her. It seemed to relate to her situation perfectly now. She didn't remember raising a child, yet here was proof that she had: proof that she knew was correct.

Returning to the present, the woman sighed. If only she had received the letter before she had forgotten. Then maybe her memories would still be intact. Because although she wanted to believe that she was only imagining things, the letter was accusing her. She had chosen to forget, and now she regretted it. Outside, she saw the blond Sohma boy walking up the street- probably going to school.

Now you may complain about the length.